Chapter 10
Anthony pov
the night those alphas came to our camp looking for rogues to help in the fight with another pack father got scared and had us run as soon as we could. He has yet to tell me why he is so scared of a couple of alphas but I have always trusted father. For most of my life, he raised me in the human world telling me the scent of the humans would hide us. That we needed to stay hidden until I could protect myself. I knew from a young age father was not my real father but he did raise me to be strong and smart. I have one year left in the human-run school then I want to go to college I don’t know what I want to major in but I do know I love to work out and train. This has made me bigger than my father who let's be honest is not that big, to begin with. But I am also the biggest wolf in the small group of rogues we associate with. Wolves are social animals being along with drives you mad. So even though we are rogues we still have other wolves we run, hunt and just do wolfy things with.
With my father making us run I had to leave everything I have worked for there but I have this feeling I need to do what father tells me. Something important is about to happen and it's big. A few days ago father started showing his age and slowing down a lot. We take refugees in a cave. I had planned for a short time but it ended up being the last place I would speak to father. In this cave is where I learned the truth about why he was so scared and why we had to run. he told me to promise to always stay hidden and never let anyone know where I was born. He couldn’t tell me who my birth parents are but he knows that they were killed by the blood moon pack. Father tells me a tale of six young pups rescued from the massacre. Six brave omegas took the young pups scattering in all directions hoping to keep them alive. 6 she-wolf pups and 2 male pups. He was not sure how many made it out and are still hiding. Father was an omega who was in charge of the kitchen making me laugh cause father burns water. I am from the moonbeam pack I have heard so many tales of this pack the one pack everyone called the purest pack. The moonbeam pack from what I had learned was the pack that ruled over all wolves but never took the power for granted. They were a fair and just pack wanting to keep the peace. Their alpha descended of the goddess herself. My chest fills with pride knowing I was born to this pack and that legacy is in my blood but is quickly replaced with pain and hatred for the loss of my pack and family.
I spent the last few days with my father just listening to the stories he had of the moonbeam pack and the alpha family. How they cared for all the wolves equally. He told me he may have been an omega but they never treated him as one. You see in a pack you have ranks and most packs treat the wolves according to their rank. The moonbeam pack treated everyone equally its one of the reasons so many wolves were loyal to them. He was never seen as less than. He was seen as someone they needed to survive. A pack needs more than its leaders and warriors is something that Alpha Blake Mani always said. It reminds me of the human saying it takes a village. The night father passed I was grief-stricken it was the first time in years I cried. Anyone with eyes knew he was not my birth father him being 6 foot even with dark chocolate skin and deep deep brown eyes that held nothing but love for me in them. Then there was me close to 7 feet tall with blonde almost white hair eyes the color of a raging storm sliver and blue. My wolf is a sliver and black with blue eyes. One of the reasons he only let me shift with trusted wolves not all wolves are silver its a trait of a blessed bloodline. Most of the wolves we were around thought I was related to an oracle in some way and that is why I have a silver wolf. Father never corrected them because it could be true he told me time and time again.
The night I gave my father to the moon goddess in a funereal pyre I prayed to the goddess to point me in a direction. Laying down needing a direction to head I leave it all over to the goddess to point the way. Closing my eyes for the night. Darkness takes over my mind clears as I drift off to sleep. All of a sudden I feel like I’m falling fast trying to scream but no sound comes out. I feel like one of the characters in a cartoon when I finally hit the ground. I had expected to hit hard but it was a soft landing in the middle of a field of wildflowers. This is a peaceful place I can feel it. Sitting up running my fingers over the soft grass I hear a twinkling bell-like laugh from behind me. “hello my dear” the most beautiful woman I have ever seen smiling at me. “hello. Where am I?” I asked trying hard not to stare at her like a love-sick puppy. “you're in my space and we don’t have much time” she tells me as two benches appear out of nowhere. Getting up and sitting waiting for her to tell me what she needs to tell me. “the twins I blessed to be the guardians of my granddaughter the new queen of the wolves. Were spit apart almost 18 years ago. I need you to bring a message to the queen that she needs to find them. So I want you to travel to the shadow pack and speak with the queen her kings also please have to green lake pack alpha there he needs to be a part of this as well.” the goddess tells me. “I am sure there are better wolves out there to task with this why me?” I ask knowing that I’m still young I will be turning 18 in a few months so I am still a pup in all reality. “all will make sense once you get there now its time to start your quest and wake up.” with that last word I feel my self being pulled back fast slamming into my body. Springing up I know I don’t have a choice I have to listen to the goddess. It's the first rule father taught me always listen to the goddess and follow her will. So to the shadow pack I go.
